She came apart for him, nearly sobbing, her hands fisting in his hair. He wiped his jaw on her thighs, his hands dropping to his jeans, the last barrier between the two of them. His wife. Soleil was his wife.
He liked looking at her, sprawled half on and half off the bed, naked, her skin gleaming in the moonlight streaming through the window. Knowing she was his. His body was on fire for her. He stroked his cock, shocked at how hard he was, how sensitive to every movement of his fist. The woman was fucking paradise, a miracle. She set up such a craving in him.
He lodged the head of his cock between the bare lips of her pussy. Her heat blasted him. Surrounded him. Wet. Scorching. His heart thudded. He looked into her eyes as he pushed deeper, invading that tight tunnel that was his alone. Her muscles resisted, refusing to give way, but he persisted with that slow penetration.
“You’re so fuckin’ tight, baby. Your little pussy is so damn hot, princess.” For him, it was like being surrounded by a fucking inferno, a silken fist full of flames. “What’s it feel like, Soleil?” He kept up that deliberate leisurely assault, refusing to go fast as his body urged him to do. “To have me in you. What’s it feel like?”
“Burning. You’re big and you’re stretching me. Full. Watching your cock disappear inside of me is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
He caught her leg and wrapped it around his waist, lifting her beautiful ass with his palms, changing the angle so she gasped. “Wrap both legs around me, princess.” His hands slid to her hips. He flexed his fingers.
Obediently, Soleil did what he asked, hooking her ankles behind him. Just that movement sent flames rocketing up his spine. The sight of her on his bed, her tits swaying with every movement, made him want to see more. He buried the last couple of inches in her fast, sliding through those tight muscles so that the friction sent heat waves rushing through both of them.
Her fingers caught the blanket and fisted it, holding on as he began to move in her. Again, he tried to stay slow and gentle, but it was impossible, not with her lifting her hips to meet his every surge. He couldn’t believe his body was reacting of its own accord, fire racing through him. Every nerve ending responding.
“Fuckin’ paradise, princess, that’s what you are, you and this little pussy of yours.” He hadn’t thought it possible, but that hot, wet, silken fist squeezed and massaged, such a tight tunnel that he thought he might not make it through every time he withdrew and then surged forward, driving through the small, resisting muscles. Streaks of fire burned through him, and if anything, his cock swelled more, forcing her to take his length and girth, pushing against the tight sheath and adding to the friction.
“Look at you, baby,” he hissed, “you look so beautiful. Your tits, your pussy. Look at us together.” Her skin was flushed a soft rose all over. “I’m going to have Ink tat my name on your tit. He can tat your name on me as well. You want it on my dick? Property of Soleil?”
She smiled at him and shook her head. “Not taking a chance on damaging that beautiful cock. Love it. Love it so much. It’s pure magic, Ice.”
He grinned at her and watched her gasp when he picked up the pace, letting the fire get just a little out of control.
“Appreciate that, princess.”
“It’s the truth.”
He fucking loved hearing her say that. Every man wanted their cock treasured. She wasn’t shy about telling him, and that added to the building hunger in him for her. She was the treasure.
“Love your ass too. Tits and ass. My name might have to be on both.” He leaned forward and licked at her nipple before he caught her hips again and began to fuck her the way he needed to.
Each stroke was hard and deep, so that her tits jolted, and her breath turned ragged. Her gaze clung to his face, but he could see a daze developing, that beautiful flush spreading over her face, the haze in her eyes, her mouth open as she struggled for air.
Her body moved with his, harder, faster, the rhythm perfection. Every stroke sent flames streaking through his body. His cock was surrounded by a silken inferno that locked down on him tighter than he ever thought possible. He could feel her body gathering, coiling tight. He didn’t want paradise to end, but he couldn’t stop moving. It was impossible when every time he buried himself deep, that erotic ecstasy surged through him like an intense wave.
He’d fucked a million times and it had never felt like this. His wife. Her perfect little pussy. He wasn’t ever giving that up. Not ever. He plunged into her over and over until he knew he was going up in flames. Then her body clamped down on his, a vicious vise, strangling his cock, milking with those tight muscles as her orgasm took her. The wave was so intense it took him with her, so they both erupted together.